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So, how about some blurbage and excerpts?
My Boogie Woogie Bugle Guy ~
“For my next
number, I’m gonna play something a little more laid back,” a slurry voice rang
out over the headstones, echoing through what was supposed to be a closed grave
yard. A trumpet began to play. “Dah, dah, dum. Dah, dah, squawk.”
Grace bolted up.
“What the hell?” Believing she’d been alone, she’d bared her soul to her
brother, and certainly wouldn’t have had the conversation she’d just had if
she’d known. She turned around three-hundred and sixty degrees, until her gaze
landed on a mausoleum backlit by the moon. There, a man stood on the roof with
brass to his lips, butchering Taps. In his other hand, he held a bottle of what
was probably in the glass on Geordie’s grave.
Grace swatted
the debris from her pants and stomped toward the mausoleum, irritation
prickling up the back of her neck. She stopped at the base of the stone
structure and glared up. “What are you doing here at three in the morning? The
cemetery is closed.”
"Whoa, hot chick
in the audience.” He swayed, threatening to fall off the roof. “Feel free to
toss your panties up on the stage in appreciation.”
She clicked on
her flashlight and cast the beam on him. “I suggest you get down from there
before you fall, or I have to arrest you for public intoxication.”
He gave her a
shit-eating grin. “You got handcuffs?”
“Oh, God,” she
groaned under her breath. “Of course I’ve got handcuffs. I’m the police.”
He rocked and
blinked his eyes. “You’re hot for a cop.”
“Thank you, I
think. Now get down.”
“Okay.” He
jumped, hit the edge of the roof, rolled off and dropped like a stone at her
feet, doing it with all the grace of a bag of potatoes. Yet he’d managed to
keep hold of the bottle and not spill a drop. He put the horn to his lips and
blew, but nothing more than a raspberry came from the mouth piece. “For my next
number, I’m going to play....” He looked up at her. “Any requests?”
“Yeah, tell me
where you’re staying, so I can take you to your room.”
“Easy, girl.
What kind of guy do you think I am?”
Blurb:
When Grace Daniels goes to the cemetery to visit the grave
of her twin brother, she meets a soldier, there for the same reason, or at
least that’s what she believes until he tells her about the blind date her
brother arranged before he was killed in combat.
It’s the date of her dreams. Big band, brass and sass,
Madame Eve from 1NightStand has set her up for an unforgettable night, a WWII
swing dance party. Unfortunately she’s having trouble letting go of her past,
and is afraid to take the chance given to her.
Sergeant Frank Winters is an Army trumpet player who travels
with the Color Guard, a great dancer and six feet four inches of eye candy that
could make her an addict. He’s also a soldier and soldiers can get killed.
Grace doesn’t have the heart to lose someone again, but Frank knows a good
thing when he sees it, and he’s determined to show her in one night, she’s got
more to lose if she walks away.
Rebel Souls ~
Seth slammed his hand into the gel pad, releasing
the lock to the hanger that housed Ava’s ship. The steel blast door slid open
and Ava whipped around, her back to an engine compartment where she’d been
working. A smudge of something black streaked across one cheek, and her hair
hung loose around her shoulders. She wore a red thermal shirt, tan canvas
pants, and black boots that stopped just above her knees, looking every bit the
smuggler he’d fantasized about for days.
“What are you doing here, Captain Reynolds?”
There wasn’t a good answer for it. Plain and simple,
he needed her, wanted her, and he’d be damned if he held back now. He strode up
to her, grabbed her wrist, and tugged her into his arms.
Her fingers laced into his hair, and she tipped her
face up to look him in the eyes. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Are you alone?”
“Yes, my crew is on leave.” Her gaze traveled to the
hanger doors. “You shouldn’t be here.”
He watched the way her lips formed the words but
heard little of what she said. Need pounded through him and only one thing
would relieve it. Gods, he wanted her. “No.” No, he shouldn’t be. No, he
shouldn’t kiss her. No, he wasn’t thinking about duty tonight. He dipped his
head and captured her mouth the way he’d wanted to for the last three weeks,
backing her against the forward drive. He tore at her shirt and the buckle on
her aviator’s pants, desperate to touch her bare flesh, be inside her. His
hands grabbed her bottom, and he lifted her from her feet and pressed her
against the side of her ship. She wrapped her legs around his waist. With a
gasp, her mouth opened to him. He thrust his tongue in and savored her flavor,
needing more, starved for her.
Ava was everything opposite to the law he upheld,
all he stood against, but it didn’t have to be that way. It wasn’t too late. He
ran his hands up her shirt, cupping the bare breasts underneath. The pads of
his thumbs grazed her nipples, and she arched into him, growling low in her throat.
He pulled his mouth away. “I need you now.”
“Take me inside the Avira.” Heat blazed through her eyes. “Or take me here. I don’t
care, as long as you take me.”
Blurb:
“Good morning, Duchess.”
Born in
the fires of revolution and baptized in the blood of those who fought for a
better life, Captain Ava Frost smuggles illegal materials to a war machine that
will someday free her people from an oppressive government...until her path
crosses with a Regulator commander.
Seth Reynold’s
mission is to find the dangerous cargo of fissile materials. When he stops Ava
at a wormhole, his ethics and beliefs are compromised. Torn between duty and
love, Seth is determined to find out what Ava is hiding, but her fiancé is
standing in his way.
Back
from the dead, Brodie Mark—a leader of the revolution, a man that challenges Ava’s
loyalties in every way imaginable—wants her back and will do whatever it takes
to help her realize her heritage.
While
falling for the enemy and endangering all that the underground rebels had
struggled to achieve, Ava must make a choice between love and duty. But is she
ready to sacrifice a freedom in its infancy for a love that comes once in a
lifetime?
“No man flies three days to the
edge of Nexian space without a reason.”
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Have a great weekend!
D L
3 comments:
They both sound awesome, D.L.. Congrats on the releases!!
This two releases together thing is crazy, but we can obviously handle it. :)
Congrats on your releases! I love them both. And no need to enter me. I already have Rebel Souls. All the best!
Debbie, you've won a copy of My Boogie Woogie Bugle Guy.
I'll be contacting you soon.
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